**Library Secrets Unlocked**

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The apartment smelled like garlic and tomato sauce, the kind of heavy, comforting scent that usually meant a lazy Friday night in. But tonight, the air was thick with something else—tension, anticipation, the kind of electric charge that made the hairs on the back of Cory Matthews’ neck stand up. He sat on the couch, naked, his knees pressed together like a schoolboy caught smoking in the bathroom, while Topanga leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Her daughter, Riley and Maya, were perched on the armchairs, grinning like they’d just been handed the keys to a candy store.

Topanga had found out. Not just about the sex, but about where. The High School Old Library, of all places. The same dusty, forgotten room where Cory had spent years lecturing detainees about responsibility and respect, now repurposed as his personal fuck pad for his daughters. The irony wasn’t lost on her. Neither was the fact that he’d kept it from her.

“You’re not getting a divorce,” Topanga said, swirling a glass of wine she hadn’t touched. “But you are getting punished. Severely.” She tilted her head, watching the way Cory’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Rule One: You’re naked in this apartment from now on. No exceptions. Rule Two: she paused, letting the silence stretch until it was almost unbearable, “you’re now our sex slave. Mine, Riley’s, Maya’s. And if we decide to share, whoever we allow too.”

Cory’s dick twitched at the words, traitorous thing. He was terrified. But the way Topanga’s voice dropped into that low, dangerous register, the way Riley bit her lip like she was already imagining all the ways they’d use him. Fuck, it was hard not to get hard.

The doorbell rang. Topanga smirked. “Pizza’s here. Answer it, slave.” Cory hesitated for half a second before standing, his naked body on full display as he padded to the door. He cracked it open just enough to take the boxes, but Susan Herbert, the pizza delivery girl who was tall, leggy, with a smirk that said she’d seen everything pushed the door wider with her hip, her gaze dragging over him like she was window-shopping.

“Evening, Mr. Matthews,” she purred, handing over the food. “Nice to see Topanga’s keeping you accessible.” Cory’s face burned. Behind him, Topanga’s laughter was dark, amused. “Oh, he’s very accessible now. Isn’t that right, Cory?” He nodded, unable to speak, as Susan’s eyes lingered on his cock.

She’d blown him twice now, both times when the apartment was empty, both times with her uniform skirt hitched up around her waist while she knelt on the welcome mat. The memory of her lips wrapped around him, the way she’d moaned when he came down her throat.

Fuck, he was getting harder by the second. Susan noticed. Of course she did. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me.” Topanga stepped forward, sliding an arm around Susan’s waist like they were old friends. “Why don’t you come by after your shift? I think we have a lot to discuss.” Susan’s eyebrows shot up, but the grin that spread across her face was all mischief. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Three hours later, Susan returned, still in her delivery uniform, though the top few buttons of her shirt were undone, her cleavage on full display. The apartment was dim, the only light coming from the string of fairy lights Riley had hung above the couch. Topanga sat in the armchair, legs crossed, a queen holding court. Riley and Maya were curled up on either side of Cory, their fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin, his cock already half-hard from their teasing.

Susan whistled low as she took in the scene. “Damn. Should’ve known you Matthews women were wild.” Topanga gestured to the empty spot on the couch. “Sit. We’ve got some rules to explain.” And for the next twenty minutes, they filled Susan in. How Cory had been fucking Riley and Maya in the Old Library, how Topanga had found out, how he was now their shared property. Susan listened, her fingers tapping against her thigh, her eyes flicking to Cory’s cock every few seconds like she was mentally measuring it.

“So,” she said finally, licking her lips. “I get a turn too?” Topanga’s smile was slow, deliberate. “Oh, you get more than a turn.” Riley giggled, pressing a kiss to Cory’s shoulder. “Dad’s really good at sharing.” Maya leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Especially when we make him.” Cory groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.

Topanga stood, smoothing her hands down her dress. “Alright. Let’s play a game.”
Susan’s eyebrows lifted. “What kind of game?” “The *naked* kind.” They set up at the dining table, a deck of cards between them. Strip poker. Classic, cliché, but the way Topanga explained the rules, loser takes off an article of clothing, but the winner gets to choose what the loser does next which made it anything but boring.

Cory lost first. Of course he did. He was naked already, but Topanga made him stand on the table, his cock at eye level with Susan as she sat back in her chair, grinning up at him. “Spin for me, slave,” she ordered. He turned slowly, his skin prickling under their gazes. Susan reached out, her fingers brushing the underside of his cock, making him hiss. “God, you’re thick,” she murmured, before looking up at Topanga. “Can I?”

Topanga nodded. Susan didn’t waste time. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to trace the vein along his shaft before taking him into her mouth. Cory’s hands flew to her hair, his hips rocking forward before he caught himself. Fuck, she was still good. Hot, wet, her throat opening for him like she’d been built to take him.

Behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric. Riley and Maya were stripping, their clothes hitting the floor one piece at a time. Topanga’s dress followed, then her bra, until all four women were naked, their skin glowing in the low light. Susan pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen. “Your turn,” she said to Riley.

Riley didn’t need to be told twice. She stood, pressing her body against Cory’s, her tits crushing against his chest as she kissed him, slow and deep. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with the roll of her hips. “Fuck, Riley,” he groaned into her mouth. She laughed, breaking the kiss to look at Maya. “Your turn, Peaches.”

Maya sauntered over, her fingers trailing over Susan’s shoulders before she dropped to her knees in front of Cory. She didn’t touch him at first, just breathed on him, her lips hovering over the tip of his cock. “You like that, Daddy?” she teased, her voice a whisper. “You like when we share you?” “Fuck yes,” he gasped.

She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deep, her throat fluttering around him. Behind her, Susan and Riley were kissing, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies, Topanga watching with dark, hungry eyes.

Cory’s legs trembled. He was so close, his balls tight, his cock throbbing. But before he could come, Maya pulled off, her lips glistening. Not yet,” Topanga said, her voice a command. Cory whined, his hips chasing Maya’s mouth, but she just laughed, standing to press her body against his again. Susan moved behind him, her hands gripping his ass, her fingers teasing his hole.

“You ever been fucked here, Cory?” she murmured, pressing the tip of her finger against him. He shook his head, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Good,” Topanga said. “Because we’re about to change that.” What followed was a blur of skin and sweat, of mouths and hands and cocks and pussies. Cory was bent over the table, Susan’s fingers stretching him open while Riley rode his face, her thighs trembling as she came against his tongue. Maya was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat.

Topanga watched for a while, her fingers playing with her own pussy, before she joined in, straddling his face as Susan finally pushed inside him, her cock strapped on and thick, filling him in a way he’d never experienced before. The burn was intense, the stretch almost too much, but the way Susan groaned, the way she gripped his hips as she fucked him it was hot.

He came like that, buried inside Maya, Susan’s cock pounding into his ass, Riley’s fingers twisting his nipples as she kissed him. His orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing as he filled Maya, his body shaking with the force of it. When it was over, he collapsed onto the table, his skin slick with sweat, his body spent. The women weren’t done with him. Not by a long shot. Topanga pressed a kiss to his shoulder, her lips curling against his skin. “Good slave,” she murmured.

Cory groaned, but he didn’t argue. Because as much as he’d just been used, as much as he ached, he’d never been so fucking hard in his life. And they were just getting started.